Only after comforting Susie did Audrey begin to recall her state just now, but for a moment, she couldn't figure out what had happened. The only thing she could be sure of was that she hadn't encountered any danger.
It was probably just being affected by the aftermath of a battle between certain existences. She would need to find a suitable opportunity to pray to The Fool later. Regardless of whether the previous changes had any residual negative effects, she at least needed to know what she had encountered.
On an island somewhere in the Sonia Sea, Fors stared blankly at the content she had just been frantically writing:
"What was I writing just now? Confused sentences, words with unclear meanings, some not even words."
On the Future, Cattleya looked at the book whose content had reappeared, her expression unconsciously becoming solemn.
As a demigod of the Mystery Pryer pathway, she could perceive more things than ordinary Beyonders. The change just now was a confusion at the information level, and this was most likely caused by the Hidden Sage. What was He doing? Or, who was He fighting? That God of Steam and Machinery from Intis?
In Cookawa city, Northern State, Emlyn was frantically pouring out and cleaning the black, foul-smelling dregs from his crucible.
"What just happened? I almost refined a pain-relieving potion into a deadly poison!"
As he muttered to himself, he constantly heard gasps from the surrounding rooms. Clearly, he wasn't the only one who had encountered an anomaly just now.
The True Creator, in human form, flickered in mid-air before appearing directly in front of Leyton.
He always wore a gentle smile, showing no joy, anger, or His true emotions, and His tone was exceptionally calm as He said:
"Unfortunately, Herabergen acted too decisively, otherwise I should have been able to tear at least one Sequence 1 characteristic from Leodero."
"I used slumber as a trap to tempt Leodero or Aucuses to take the risk of probing, and then take the opportunity to reclaim some authority. Although the outcome wasn't perfect, My goal has been achieved."
As He spoke, He threw the constantly leaping ball of lightning in His hand into the shadows at His feet, herding it.
"With this Degenerate aspect torn from Leodero, the authority of the Storm will eventually return to My hands, sooner or later."
Leyton calmly watched the True Creator in front of him until His figure merged into the surrounding shadows and completely disappeared.
Sighing deeply, he looked at the place where the True Creator had disappeared and murmured:
"You never merged with Adam; you merely grazed Him. Your so-called slumber was a false appearance to conceal your own condition, and more so, to treat your mental issues."
"Yes, before reclaiming the first blasphemy slate, the fusion between us was not easy. Rather than putting Myself in a difficult situation, it's better to temporarily give up."
The True Creator's voice echoed around like a whisper, growing fainter and fainter until it completely disappeared.
Leyton shook his head, his figure transforming into countless surging information streams, and arrived at the Dawn, which was docked at the pier.
Roselle was leisurely leaning against the glass window of the captain's cabin, looking at the sky outside, which was gradually being covered by dark clouds. Noticing Leyton's arrival, he spoke with a sigh of emotion:
"As expected of an ancient deity who once ended the rule of the ancient gods in the second epoch, this cunning is simply incomparable to us young ones."
"That Storm brute is almost food on His chopping block. I wonder if He will go to extremes."
"However, the one most worried about this problem right now should be the Evernight Goddess. According to the intelligence you provided, She is currently in a critical stage of mastering the uniqueness of the Death and has no ability to project too much power to interfere with reality. I wonder if She can withstand the pressure from the Earth Mother and the God of War."
"The Seven Gods Alliance, which has firmly controlled the real world since the end of the Fourth Epoch, has finally shattered, and it's highly likely that two, or even more, will fall."
Leyton nodded, following Roselle's words:
"In Adam's words, this is the choice of the era."
"This is a good opportunity. Feysac should comprehensively strengthen its war against Loen. After shaking a certain number of anchors of the Night, the God of War will most likely directly invade the Tenebrous Heaven."
Thinking of the scene where the God of War confidently invaded the Tenebrous Heaven, Leyton unconsciously curled his lips. That scene would certainly be very interesting. Unfortunately, I don't have time to watch it up close.
Roselle nodded in agreement, then asked:
"So what do you plan to do during this time? The Intis coalition should have suffered heavy losses from the Lord of Storms' attack. Steam and Eternal Blazing Sun also dare not easily initiate a War of the Gods. It should be difficult to organize an attack of this scale for some time."
Leyton shook his head and said:
"For Intis, just dragging it out is enough. The various industrial chains in the Southern Continent are not mature. If the war lasts too long, this side will collapse on its own, not to mention there are a bunch of cultists jumping around here."
"The most important thing next is to develop steadily for a period while the intensity of the war decreases. I will try to clear out the Rose School of Thought and the Followers of the Primeval Moon. With the True Creator present, this process will be much simpler."
In the southern Sonia Sea, near the Berserk Sea, the Future was sailing towards the Primitive Forest, preparing to obtain some necessary supplies in the Southern Continent.
In the captain's cabin on the upper deck, Cattleya stood in front of the open window, looking towards the Berserk Sea, a deep, pale purple glint flashing in her eyes.
"The weather in the Berserk Sea has become more violent and abnormal. Lightning is frequent, and the raging wind seems to carry echoes of the Fallen and the spiritual domain."
"Perhaps, when information became chaotic and I lost my keen perception of the surrounding environment, a divine descent, or even a War of the Gods, had already occurred."
As she muttered to herself, she saw Frank and a group of crew members happily drinking barrel beer on the deck, their expressions very excited, lively, and satisfied.
A hint of doubt flashed through Cattleya's mind. She was somewhat worried that Frank had developed another astonishing product. During the period of intercepting and harassing the Intis fleet at sea, Frank's mushrooms played a crucial role, but they also made her more clearly aware of Frank's danger.
As the captain of the Future, I must be responsible for the safety of the crew. As this thought drifted, she scattered brilliant starlight, building a dazzling, shimmering bridge from the window, and arrived directly on the deck.
Watching Frank gulp down another large glass of beer, she lightly coughed and asked:
"Frank, why are you drinking with them? Didn't you say alcohol affects your active brain?"
Frank turned his head at the sound, swallowed the beer in his mouth, raised his hand to wipe the beer from the corner of his mouth, and said excitedly:
"Captain, my experiment has finally succeeded. I have invented the most suitable plants for them to cultivate, based on the environment of the Southern Continent."
"According to Al, I am now the Father of Grain in the Southern Continent, an envoy of harvest and laughter!"
Cattleya nodded hesitantly, harboring some doubt about Frank's words, then followed up on his statement:
"What kind of things have you invented?"
Frank chuckled, enthusiastically introducing his various strange plants to his captain:
"According to Al's needs, I have crossbred a sunflower that can collect sunlight and convert it into usable energy. This energy involves the domains of the sun and life, and can be used in daily life as well as to catalyze the growth of other plants. They also like to dance to the rhythm, and can adjust a dull atmosphere anytime, anywhere."
"There's also a special kind of potato. They are inedible but make a good weapon. Buried in the ground, they are hard to detect, and they explode when someone passes by. The explosion is much stronger than an equal amount of inferior gunpowder."
"There are also carnivorous plants that can devour corpses and monster flesh, converting them into special fertilizer. They are very suitable for cleaning battlefields and dealing with those Zombies and monsters buried underground."
"Of course, there are also peas that can fire bullets. In the unsafe Southern Continent, they can provide their owner with nutritious and healthy food, and also use pea bullets to drive away thugs and thieves who invade their homes."
"Besides these, there are many different kinds of mushrooms. They have different flavors, are easy to grow and reproduce, can provide all the necessary nutrients for the human body, and can greatly solve the food problem in the Southern Continent."
"In addition to these, the mushroom that Al and I were previously asked to research, which can grow in dark environments and replace daily food, has also succeeded."
After listening to Frank's description, Cattleya was momentarily unsure how to feel.
Fortunately, his inventions are at least positive and will not be used on the Future. There are more than one Angel and even True Gods in the Southern Continent, so Frank's inventions should not cause too serious consequences.
As thoughts drifted, she thought of a question and looked at Frank again, asking:
"How are you mastering your Druid potion?"
Frank chuckled, not very concerned about it, and said: "I'm mastering it very well. It's not a problem for me."